Let’s be real, Cherry sounds more like the name of your next lap dance rendezvous than a dim-lit sushi hotspot. The front door had “cherry” written in a red neon cursive font, again resembling more of a freak in the sheets than Bond Street’s newest restaurant. But isn’t life about not judging a book by its cover? Even if the stairwell leading you into the restaurant had a tacky Holiday Inn kind of rug?
Girl please. Cherry may just be that wild dream kind of night, but strictly fondled with chopsticks and soy sauce. Above, the seaweed salad and that warm mushroom salad with garlic chips was excellent.
I have a soft spot for the truffle tuna tarts at Bond, which we most certainly ordered at Cherry to start off the night. Perfection. The shiso cured salmon appetizer with beets and wasabi creme fraîche was fab but I just think such a small portion is kinda messed up. It’s a three-bite stop, but definitely tasty.
As per the rolls, we kept it simple with a salmon avocado with a sun dried tomato puree and a spicy tuna. It was so fresh that the fish was jumping out, seriously I couldn’t keep the thing together on its way from plate to mouth (to belly then hips.) The miso glazed salmon was excellent, melt-in-your-mouth kind of thing. It came on a bed of crispy rice.
You didn’t think the last thing in my mouth for the evening would be pickled ginger did you? The green tea meltdown with red bean curd ice cream was really interesting (in a good way,) it was like a molten chocolate cake, except exploding with some kind of green tea emulsion. Those few chocolate chips were really great. And then, the winner. The banana tarte tatin with salted caramel and vanilla ice cream–I killed it on my own, sorry Ale and Valentina.
Cherry, 355 W 16th St, New York, NY 10011 (must reserve)